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 United States and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.