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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.