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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
The Moleskins,
MC5,
The Modern Lovers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.