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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.