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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Count Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
a-ha,
ABBA,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.