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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monochrome Set,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.