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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.