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 Nepal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anakelly,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.