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 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.