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 Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fugs,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.