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 Djibouti and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Technova,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Pulsallama,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
David McCallum,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.