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 Kenya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 F. McDonald to the rock 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.