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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.