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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the disco 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.