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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.