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 Nepal and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Minutemen to the punk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
Black Moon,
Half Japanese,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.