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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Franke,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.