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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wings,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.