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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mars,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
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.