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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
CMW,
June of 44,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.