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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.