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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.