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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.