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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.