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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Make Up to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.