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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Massinfluence,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Roger Hodgson,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.