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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.