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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.