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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Residents to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
The Grass Roots,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.