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 Uganda and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Liliput,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Yazoo,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marmalade,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.