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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Circle Jerks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Arab on Radar,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Juan Atkins,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.