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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 Victims,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.