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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum 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 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?
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.