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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
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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.