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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Half Japanese to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Pole,
Deakin,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Nas,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.