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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Graham Central Station,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.