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 Egypt and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Associates to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.