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 El Salvador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABBA,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Move,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.