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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minnie Riperton,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.