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 Cameroon and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All ABC 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.