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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Blues Magoos,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Unwound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.