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 Djibouti and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gichy Dan,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
Ronnie Foster,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Das Ding,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.