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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.