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 Monaco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brick to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.