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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.