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 Austria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Hot Snakes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 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?
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.