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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 snare 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.