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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Saints to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.