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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.