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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Lalann,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris & Cosey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.