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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Smog,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.