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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.