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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.