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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Moby Grape,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
JFA,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.