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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Swans,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.