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 Serbia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.