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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.