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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Leonard Cohen,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
The Velvet Underground,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.