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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Normal to the electroclash 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.