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 Spain and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.