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 Hungary and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.