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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ossler to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Fatback Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donald Byrd,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.