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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Toasters to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
Arcadia,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Little Man,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Charles Mingus,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.