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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pet Shop Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.