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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
The Index,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.