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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marmalade,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.