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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Wire,
Technova,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.