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 Malta and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grime 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.