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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
X-102,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.