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 Fiji and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the jazz 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.