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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 cv313 to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.