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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Happenings to the disco 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Organ,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Crash Course in Science,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.