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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.