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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Zero Boys,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.