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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Human League,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.