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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew 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?
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
D'Angelo,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
ABC,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.