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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Excepter,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Wings,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.