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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 Beijing and Cairo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 oboe and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Brothers Johnson,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
The Move,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Quadrant,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.