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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Radio Birdman to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.