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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.