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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Scion,
Lungfish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.