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 Nepal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 a theremin and a guitar 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.