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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.