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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Cameo,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.