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 Belize and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Crime,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Radio Birdman,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.