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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Crime,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Susan Cadogan,
Drexciya,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.