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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
Fluxion,
AZ,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.