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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slits,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.