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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.