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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Associates,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.