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 Micronesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
MC5,
Japan,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.