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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Josef K,
The Gories,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.