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 Kuwait and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
Robert Hood,
Brass Construction,
Quantec,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
The Standells,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.