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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Excepter,
Brick,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.