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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Josef K,
Tomorrow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Index,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stiv Bators,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.