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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.