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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the techno 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.