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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Black Sheep,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.