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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Wings,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.