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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
The Knickerbockers,
Sugar Minott,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
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.