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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.