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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.