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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.