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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 punk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Mission of Burma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.