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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 marimba 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.