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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lungfish to the grunge 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.