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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.