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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Aswad,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.