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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
June Days,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Fugazi,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.