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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang of Four,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.