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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Organ,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.