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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flesh Eaters 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.