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 Cyprus and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
Donny Hathaway,
Bob Dylan,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.