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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Evens to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.