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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
MDC,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
UT,
Smog,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.