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 Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.