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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.