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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.