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 Armenia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 harpsichord and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
R.M.O.,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Scion,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.