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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.