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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dennis Brown to the punk 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sandy B,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Names,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.