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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 PIL to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vainqueur,
UT,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fuzztones,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.