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 Ireland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.