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 Syria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Brick,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.