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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Sam Rivers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.