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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Livin' Joy,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Second Layer,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.