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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fortunes,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Deakin,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.