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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
8 Eyed Spy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.