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 Laos and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Bootsy Collins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.