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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
Boredoms,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Zero Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Angry Samoans,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.