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 Mozambique and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 Los Fastidios to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.