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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.