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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.