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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fall to the rap 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
X-101,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.