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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Grauzone,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
World's Most,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Gong,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.