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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.