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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.