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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
Ultravox,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.