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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
Average White Band,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.