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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Monks,
Lower 48,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.