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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Outsiders,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.