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 Nepal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.