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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
The Neon Judgement,
The New Christs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Zapp,
Scion,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.