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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.