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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 The Tremeloes to the disco 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
China Crisis,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.