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 Canada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fire Engines to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crime,
Pylon,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
New Order,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.