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 Kuwait and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Birthday Party 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.