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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.