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 India and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.