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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Cheater Slicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Erasure,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.