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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.