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 India and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 June of 44 to the techno 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.