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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Monks,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.