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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Moss Icon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
UT,
K-Klass,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.