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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sound,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.