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 Italy and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Excepter,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
David Bowie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.