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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the punk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.