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 Malta and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Selecter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.