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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.