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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.