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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hardrive to the rap 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Godley & Creme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
the Normal,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.