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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.