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 Somalia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Dual Sessions,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Camouflage,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.