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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 a guitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Fad Gadget,
John Coltrane,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.