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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
The Five Americans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Howard Jones,
Clear Light,
Index,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.