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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
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 Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.