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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ossler,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
MC5,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.