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 Angola and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Fear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Massinfluence,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Sun Ra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.