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 Croatia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Ultravox to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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?
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Black Pus,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.