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 Ghana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Stereo Dub to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Malaria!,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.