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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.