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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
CMW,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.