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 Lesotho and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.