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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Yellowson,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.