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 Iran and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Buckinghams to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Popol Vuh,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
AZ,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.