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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.