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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Visage,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Spandau Ballet,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.