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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.