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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Rundgren,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.