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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Deakin,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.