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 Macedonia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
the Association,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Slave,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.