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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Don Cherry to the dance 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Index,
The Wake,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.