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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Outsiders,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Q65,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Ken Boothe,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.