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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.