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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
CMW,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.