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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DNA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.