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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
UT,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.