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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.