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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Angels of Light to the techno 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Pole,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.