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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Second Layer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.