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 Austria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Hashim,
CMW,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
The Barracudas,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.