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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.