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 Austria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.