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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Nico,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Whodini,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.