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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Swans to the grime 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Main Source,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Gong,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.