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 Tonga and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Ronnie Foster,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
June Days,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.