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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smiths,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.