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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the rap 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.