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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.