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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New York Dolls,
Mr. Review,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.