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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
10cc,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
The Monks,
Sparks,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.