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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Names,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Moebius,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.