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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Monks,
Erasure,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.