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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.