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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
CMW,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.