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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mantronix to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Slave,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.