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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
The Human League,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.