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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
UT,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.