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 San Marino and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.