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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Style,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.