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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
The Wake,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.