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 Zimbabwe and from London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.