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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Birthday Party to the rock 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Seeds,
The Five Americans,
UT,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Quantec,
X-102,
PIL,
Jandek,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.