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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lakeside,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.