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 Denmark and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Cal Tjader,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.