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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Scion,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Television,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Minor Threat,
Faraquet,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Metal Thangz,
Visage,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.