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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
AZ,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.