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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Agitation Free,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.