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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Livin' Joy to the crunk 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.