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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
MC5,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.