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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Porter Ricks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
H. Thieme,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.