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 Dominica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Visage,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Motorama,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
The Birthday Party,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.