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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.