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 Cuba and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.