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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radio Birdman to the dance 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.