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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Toasters to the dance 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.