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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Second Layer,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.