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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.