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 Argentina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Eurythmics,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.