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 Kosovo and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.