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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Minutemen,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.