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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
John Holt,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.