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 Belize and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Deepchord,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.