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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Amazonics,
Crime,
the Association,
Organ,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.