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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Brick,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.