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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
The Busters,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.