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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.