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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.