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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.