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 Namibia 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.