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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.