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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
The Leaves,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Silicon Teens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.