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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gang Starr to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.