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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.