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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Swans,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Wally Richardson,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter & Gordon,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.