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 Ireland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
The Seeds,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Visage,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.