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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Gong,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.