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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Echospace,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.