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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dead C to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Television Personalities,
Aloha Tigers,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlback,
LL Cool J,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.