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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
The Names,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Television,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.