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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.