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 China and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.