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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.