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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.