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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Sun City Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
The Saints,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.