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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Joy Division,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.