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 Germany and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
PIL,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
The Barracudas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
MDC,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.