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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skaos,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.