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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 güiro and an organ 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.