Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pylon,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shuggie Otis,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.