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 Marshall Islands and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.