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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a snare 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.