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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.