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 Israel and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Terry,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.