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 Bahrain and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the crunk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Technova,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.