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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 mellotron and a snare 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
DNA,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.