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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Minny Pops to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.