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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Stereo Dub,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.