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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Real Kids to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Rites of Spring,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Magma,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.