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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gun Club to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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?
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.