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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Index,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.