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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Franke,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.