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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.