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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Organ,
Sandy B,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.