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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Slave,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.