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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Pagans,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.