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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minor Threat,
Donny Hathaway,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sound Behaviour,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Panda Bear,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.