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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Average White Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.