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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.