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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Ronan,
Piero Umiliani,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Toni Rubio,
Reuben Wilson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.