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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Can,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.