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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Nas,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.