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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zapp to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
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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.