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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Qualms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Fugazi,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.