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 Saudi Arabia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.