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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.