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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.