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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Names to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Lyres 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.