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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.