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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.