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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback 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 funk 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 marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Shoche,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.