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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Darondo,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
PIL,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Lyres,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Index,
The Trojans,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.