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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.