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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Reuben Wilson to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
X-102,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.