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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Smog,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.