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 Brazil and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Flash Fearless to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
the Sonics,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.