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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neon Judgement to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.