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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.