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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Wire,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.