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 Indonesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.