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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
PIL,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.