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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.