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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
E-Dancer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sound,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.