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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.