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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 B.T. Express to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Silicon Teens,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
John Cale,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.