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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Hasil Adkins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Ludus,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
Marc Almond,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.