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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.