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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Germs to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 a güiro and a theremin 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Icehouse,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.