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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Can,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.