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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
10cc,
The Invisible,
Technova,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Smog,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
Sun City Girls,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Supertramp,
Franke,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.