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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Slave,
The Cure,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.