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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Brick,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Motorama,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.