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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.