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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Selecter,
Swans,
The Monks,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
The Slackers,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.