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 Latvia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.