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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Organ,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.