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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mighty Diamonds 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
MC5,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mantronix,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
10cc,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.