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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Essential Logic,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.