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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
10cc,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.