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 Cyprus and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Doors,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.