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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.