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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.