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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Crime,
Echospace,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Sparks,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Zapp,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.