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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.