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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.