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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
The Mummies,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.