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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.