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 Jordan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
AZ,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.