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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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?
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.