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 Israel and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
PIL,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
The Remains,
Nico,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.