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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maurizio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Suicide,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.