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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
Terrestrial Tones,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.