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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Alarm Clocks to the dance 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Spandau Ballet,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Mars,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.