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 Iceland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Scrapy,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.