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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Offenders,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Babytalk,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.