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 Romania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 snare and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Dark Day,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Can,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
In Retrospect,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.