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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.