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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
The Index,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.