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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.