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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
AZ,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Can,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Skarface,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Babytalk,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Das Ding,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Schoolly D,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.