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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
JFA,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
The Remains,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Suicide,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
AZ,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Main Source,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.