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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.