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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.