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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lakeside 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Starr,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Fear,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
PIL,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.