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 Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 rhodes and a snare 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Scan 7,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.