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 Liechtenstein and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Chrome to the punk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a sitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.