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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
EPMD,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.