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 Gabon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and 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.