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 Montenegro and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Selecter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.