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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.