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 Norway and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Monks,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.