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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.