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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.