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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marc Almond to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.