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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
10cc,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.