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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Panda Bear,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
UT,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.