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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Easy Going to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.