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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 rap 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Juan Atkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
The Wake,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.