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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Unwound,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Terry Callier,
the Slits,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Cameo,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.