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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Camouflage,
Television Personalities,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.