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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Deadbeat,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Gang of Four,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
Pere Ubu,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
John Cale,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.