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 Italy and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Al Stewart,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Mars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.