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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.