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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.