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 Libya and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
EPMD,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Qualms,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.