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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Cybotron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Al Stewart,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.