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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Smog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Techniques,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Adolescents,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.