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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.