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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Rites of Spring,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maurizio,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.