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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.