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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.