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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
cv313,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.