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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
China Crisis,
New Order,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.