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 Kuwait and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Tres Demented,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.