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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.