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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
Freddie Wadling,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Camouflage,
Kayak,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Babytalk,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
the Germs,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alphaville,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.