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 Italy and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Amazonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.