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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the dance 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
John Foxx,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
The Fugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.