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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
China Crisis,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.