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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
The Litter,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.