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 Iceland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 One Last Wish to the electroclash 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.