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 Mozambique and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Index 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Monolake,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.