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 Luxembourg and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Cameo,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.