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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Pagans to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
The Standells,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.