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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rufus Thomas to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.