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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
John Holt,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Unwound,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Pole,
New Order,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.