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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Outsiders,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.