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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Can to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zapp,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ice-T,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.