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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.