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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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?
Todd Rundgren,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Wake,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Monks,
Babytalk,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.