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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.