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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Pole to the punk 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.