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 Angola and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.