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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
Television,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.