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 Greece and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Max Romeo,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.