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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
The Techniques,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.