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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Quando Quango to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Rosa Yemen,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Josef K,
The Move,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.