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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Minny Pops,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.