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 Belize and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
cv313,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
PIL,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.