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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.