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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
June Days,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.