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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Görl,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.