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 Yemen and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
Ludus,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Scion,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
The Golliwogs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.