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 Libya and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wire to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Underground Resistance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC'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.