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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.