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 Lithuania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.