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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Buckinghams to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.