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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Durutti Column to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flash Fearless,
Archie Shepp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.