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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Gong,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.