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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Terry Callier,
Inner City,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.