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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.