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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Television,
AZ,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.