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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.