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 Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.