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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gun Club 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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?
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.