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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.