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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Victims to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.