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 Colombia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.