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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Procol Harum,
Monks,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.