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 Iraq and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.