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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Vogues to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Smog,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
The Smiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.