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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
MC5,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.