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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Liliput,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Urselle,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.