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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 Smog to the rock 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Massinfluence,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Altered Images,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.