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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.