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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.