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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.