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 Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the grime 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
EPMD,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Make Up,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.