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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.