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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.