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 China and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Colin Newman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.