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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.