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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Index,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.