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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.