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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Skarface,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Underground Resistance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.