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 Bahamas and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Arthur Verocai,
Camberwell Now,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.