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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.