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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Cecil Taylor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.