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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Gong,
The Doors,
Ten City,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.