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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.