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 Argentina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Count Five,
Japan,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.