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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 guitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Japan,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.