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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pole to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Scientists,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.