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 Gambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
John Holt,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
This Heat,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.