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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 This Heat to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.