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 North and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.