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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.