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 Mauritania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All World's Most 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Wire,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.