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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
The Move,
Deakin,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.