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 France and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Index,
Procol Harum,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.