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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quantec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Tears for Fears,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Derrick May,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.