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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Depeche Mode,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
Index,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.