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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liliput to the electroclash 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Visage,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
The Martian,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.