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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.