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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hot Snakes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 an organ and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Monks,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Mars,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.