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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.