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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.