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 Algeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
Wings,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.