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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
MDC,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Nico,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.