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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.