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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Avey Tare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Mars,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Lalann,
Goldenarms,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Quadrant,
AZ,
Rekid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.