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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camouflage,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Fear,
Scion,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Television,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.