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 Ireland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Moebius,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.