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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Organ,
DNA,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.