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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
K-Klass,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Enemy,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.