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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 New Order to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Jerry's Kids,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
MC5,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.