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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Modern Lovers,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Prince Buster,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.