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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Rotary Connection,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Jandek,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.