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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.