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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Remains to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.