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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.