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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Visage,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.