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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.