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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Shoche,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.