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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Nils Olav to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.