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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.