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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.