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 Serbia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Q65,
Parry Music,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
Chrome,
New Order,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.