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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 synthesizer and a theremin 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 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?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.