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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Aural Exciters to the electroclash 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
The Moleskins,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
UT,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.