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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.