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 Greece and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.