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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the techno 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
MDC,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Section 25,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
Index,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.