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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.