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 Nauru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Black Sheep,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Franke,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
John Cale,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.