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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Q65,
Suicide,
Organ,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.