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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moody Blues to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro 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?
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smoke,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.