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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Supertramp to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Fear,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.