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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Evens,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Nas,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Skarface,
Scientists,
The Standells,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.