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 Togo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Stereo Dub to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Malaria!,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.