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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.