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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Hashim,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.