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 Ivory Coast and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Pussy Galore,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Black Sheep,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.