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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.