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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Chrome 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Icehouse,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
The Pop Group,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.