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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
The Star Department,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.