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 Honduras and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Isaac Hayes to the dance 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
Slick Rick,
UT,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.