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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
10cc,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.