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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Juan Atkins,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.