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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amon Düül 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.