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 Croatia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
The Remains,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.