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 Korea North and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buzzcocks to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.