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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.