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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Kenny Larkin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.