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 Jamaica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
MC5,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.