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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.