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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
David McCallum,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.