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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Michelle Simonal,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Roxette,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.