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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
10cc,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.