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 Finland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Slits to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Franke,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.