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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
the Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
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.