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 Burkina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
The Busters,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Technova,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.